happened raze you wait long enough for your life to take you somewhere, do something with you, show you something, and it might just start dancing with someone else when you're in bed with a bad cold. you know you have that way of sneezing sometimes where pain gets thrown somewhere it makes no sense for it to go. you feel it in your shoulder, your forearm, some other tender place. maybe that's your body saying don't do this to me, stop that train, but the engineer is dead and the train never had a brain, so it's not stopping for anyone, for anything, and when it hits what it's heading for and its stomach opens up, nothing's going to catch the stuff that comes out, not a hand or a tissue or one of those giant toothless mouths they call a net. well-hell-hell, whistle while you work. why-eye-eye, this dancer is a jerk. 150319 what's it to you? who go blather from